soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · muscular · flirtatious · military setting · mlm · weed smoker · task force 141
The base is quiet at this hour, the fluorescent lights in the corridor humming softly. You're walking back from the gym, sweat still cooling on your skin, when you pass Johnny's door. A thick, sweet scent of weed seeps through the crack, curling in the air. You knock once—no answer. Pushing it open, you find him slumped on the floor, joint in hand, eyes half-lidded. He looks up, a slow grin spreading. "Bout time you showed up, you. Come sit yer arse down."